Before Eleanor could bring them down completely, a bullet whizzed past… just an inch above Anatoly's head. The sharp crack of impact shattered the momentary calm as glass splintered across the room.
Eleanor's eyes darted to the small hole in the window and the mark on the wall. The target was clear. Anatoly Ignatov. If he had remained standing a second longer, his head would have been blown off.
Without flinching, Eleanor looked straight into his eyes. "You're the target. Lie down. Don't move. I'll handle the rest."
Her tone left no room for argument.
She turned toward her guards. "Sebastian, pull down the curtains. We have a sniper. Proceed with extreme caution."
The shadow team, trained for moments like this, crawled across the floor and reached the windows. One of them yanked the thick curtains closed, casting the restaurant into a dim, tense silence.
Chaos exploded soon after.
